I like this is just a means to an end. Does it any meaning as I reach the end? to memory, final reality. When I'm or asleep both are all but a dream. Finality of this life is something for me. Lost to memory, reality. Sifting of time, drifting, falling away. Sense of finality, fate is on me. What is the of death, live, learn, die then forget? Feel I'm lying awake, only when I'm dead. Lost to memory, reality. memories. I'm temporary, to contain. Epsilon, my finality is pointing out the way. What have I will I forget? Monumental rhythm of is pounding out the beat of the dead, but might it all end, without a Lost to memory, reality. Speed Of day grows quicker as I breathe. Or is it that year seems to get shorter? Racing at the of life. So to do, so little time. I don't to win this race. swiftly to my grave. Epidermis showing of natural decay from living my life. No way to slow the of time. Of I am sure you live, then you die. From to my old age. day of life. Another of the page. Racing at the of life. So much to do, so time. swiftly to my grave. Is it me, is it all in my head? Rather a to ascend than an easy descent. Do you ever get the feeling you're in sort of race? Each day has more to offer, there's no time to play. One I'm a child, the next I am a man. And fate, it my life, the fastest speed it can.